Intro: Dm  F  C  Gm

Verse: 
    Dm              F            C                 Gm
Did someone give you something to help you ease the pain?
         Dm           F          C                    Gm
Like the liquor in the bottle, we watched you slip away.
      Dm          F                    C          Gm
And I feel as if I know you through the bars of a song.
Dm       F            C
Always surrounded but alone.


Bb           F    C              Dm
 But no goodbyes, you'll always be Miss America.
Bb               F   C              Dm
 We watched you fly, but nothing's free Miss America.
Bb           F          C        Dm
 And as you fall apart, we just call it art.
Bb          F       C
 Was it so hard to breathe?


        Dm            F             C             Gm
Was the picture in the paper not the face you recognise?
        Dm           F               C                Gm
Did the make up never make up for the pain behind your eyes?
      Dm          F                C            Gm
Cos I feel as if I know when you're on my silver screen
      Dm                 F                  C
But I don't know the dark places that you've been.


Bb           F    C              Dm
 But no goodbyes, you'll always be Miss America.
Bb               F   C              Dm
 We watched you fly, but nothing's free Miss America.
Bb           F          C        Dm
 And as you fall apart, we just call it art.
Bb          F       C
 Was it so hard to breathe?


Bb                                    F 
 Does another voice sing in Heaven's choir tonight,
Dm                            Csus4 - C
    To fill the silence left behind?
Bb                            F 
  And I don't know what goes on in your mind
Dm                                 Csus4 - C
    I'm sure it's enough to make me cry.
              Bb                 F   C
Someday we'll find you lived fore - ver.


Bb           F    C              Dm
 But no goodbyes, you'll always be Miss America.
Bb               F   C              Dm
 We watched you fly, but nothing's free Miss America.
Bb           F          C        Dm
 And as you fall apart, we just call it art.
Bb          F       C
 Was it so hard to breathe?